"If I, Would They"
If I gave my damaged eggs
to a mighty Emperor,
would they drop down gentle
on his feet like a Fabergé?
Would they sink into the folds
of his feathered brood pouch,
withstand the three-month-chill
on the edge of the world,
crack open slightly,
tumble to earth, renewed?
If I did that, would they
recognise my call,
collecting them home?
© 2006 Kelly Pilgrim-Byrne
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